Fiction

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Teams Fiction By Summer Hammond             “Are you using an exter­nal camera?”             “I’m not.” Maureen grits her teeth. She clicks things and jabs keys. God, whyyy? She checked last night and…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Frosted Glass Fiction By Oona McP­hear­son The sky was flat. And white. It looked like frosted glass. Adaline had always hated frosted glass. It was so very cheap, only ever used in mall bath­rooms and ugly hotels;…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sanc­tu­ary Fiction By JJ Amaworo Wilson On May 8, 1902, a sailor named Matteo di Bat­tista watches from a ship off the coast of Mar­tinique as a cat­a­stro­phe unfolds. Mont Pelée erupts. A cloud of red ash…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA A Doll’s Fin­ger­prints Fiction By Eliz­a­beth Kirschn­er At first, my husband Lou was akin to a saint carried in a pro­ces­sion. Back then, I didn’t know how to occupy the dark, espe­cial­ly when it was stretched out.…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA How Haunt­ings Happen Fiction By Melissa Ostrom They met. You don’t lie, hit, or trick, she said. You don’t gamble, he said. Not at all like I’m used to, they thought. They married. Stood for the sham…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA The Night Watcher Fiction By Nora Ry I see you: small, upright, and kneel­ing on the sky-blue crin­kles of the knock-off Donald Duck duvet passed down to you from your cousin. Face like a dull round moon…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Trouble Child Fiction By Emily Brown There was a priest at the door. He was young and jubi­lant. His hair was close-cut to his head, which struck Roman as odd because most of the priests he’d seen…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Fingers, Penny, Pocket Fiction By Calla Orion a.) She is Fingers. Actual fingers. Bending at the knuckle to grasp a penny on the con­crete; lifting back up. Penny shines in the light. It is midday. Wealth hits…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Thun­der­bird Bou­tique Fiction By Zac Walsh Jimmy grabs his shit like it’s an evac­u­a­tion and stuffs it in the nearest bag. Shirt, boxers, socks, Gravity’s Rainbow, tooth­brush, and small body spray, the brand that brings in the…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Not the Tulips I Was Expect­ing Fiction By Jessica Klimesh In late October, I plant the bulbs, exca­vat­ing dirt with my trowel. Soil, my mom cor­rects me, not dirt. She watches, bundled in blan­kets, from her…